Sinful
Chapter: 4 Falling Demon's
BPOV
He asked if he could take me home, there was no way on this earth I was going to say no to him, he was
so fucking hot.
Alice and I had set up an arrangement to ensure each other's safety, in the event either one of us got
lucky; we would text each other at regular intervals with secret words. Funny really, considering all the
time we had lived together, neither one of us had ever brought anyone back, but tonight, 'yee-hah', was
my lucky night.
I thought, after spilling a drink on him, there would be no chance of seeing him again. But I think my
thorough patting with the paper towel went some way in making up for my clumsiness; he seemed to
forget about being pissed at me, quite quickly.
"Please, let me have your trousers cleaned for you, it's the least I can do," I'd said.
He chuckled, "The only way you can make up to me, is allowing me to replace your drink."
I was sure there were a few other ways I could make up to him, but at the risk of moving too fast and
jumping him right there and frightening him off, I agreed to his proposal. He'd stayed close all evening,
entertaining me. I couldn't believe my luck; he was clever, witty, told the filthiest jokes and was
smoulderingly sexy, my pussy purred every time he opened his mouth, or he licked his lips. I thought I
would involuntarily orgasm when he placed one of his extremely long fingers to his mouth; he asked if I
was feeling ok when he heard me moan.
We shared a little about ourselves; he told me he was an astronaut preparing for his latest mission into
space, he needed a volunteer to test how the lack of gravity affected the female orgasm; if I agreed then
I would be subjected to months and months of pleasurable torture, all in the name of science. 'If only
that were true, I'd be home, packing a toothbrush.'
I couldn't think of any witty reply, due to the images that scrambled my brain involving Edward, his
tongue, my pussy, his fingers, my pussy, his cock, my pussy; she was feeling greedy tonight.
So, I told him the boring truth about being a teacher, how I loved it, how rewarding it was, he nodded
and smiled in all the right places, he did look genuinely interested. He then told the truth about his job in
advertising. I wished he were an astronaut.
It was odd how things turned out, some weird twist of fate; we were all connected to each other
through mutual friends and acquaintances, like we were meant to meet. I wanted to tell Alice, but I'd
been so wrapped up in all things Edward Cullen, I'd failed to notice she wasn't here anymore, neither
were Rosalie and Emmett, he'd held my complete attention, people disappeared around me and I didn't
even notice.
"Sorry, I hope I haven't abandoned you," I'd said, when I eventually found her by the bar, gazing
longingly at Jasper. "Edward wants to take me home," I snuggled into her side to whisper in her ear.
She glanced over my shoulder at him waiting by the exit; I peeked too, he saw me and grinned, his
lopsided, sexy as fuck grin.
"Alice, I really want him too, oh god, I sound so desperate and slutty; do you think I'm being too easy?
Tell me what to do." I finally finished my prattling, giving her the chance to talk.
"You only live once, go, make some nice memories, make that hot memories," she kissed my cheek and
turned me to face him. "I'll make my own way later, or in the morning."
I quickly looked over my shoulder, she gave me a cheeky wink and gestured her head in Jasper's
direction.
'I knew it.' But, "ok," came out of my mouth and that's how I left her.
Edward led me to his sleek black car; I panicked a little, 'What had he been drinking?' I couldn't
remember, only that he had kept up with everyone else. He sensed my hesitancy to get into the car.
"I didn't drink; I don't like to lose control."
"I do," I'd said brazenly before I reached up and kissed him, something I had being wanting to do since
meeting him. His lips were soft and moulded gently to mine, I groaned into his mouth, overwhelmed by
the torrent of desire that pulsed through me. Our lip to lip contact was sending wave after wave of
tingly pleasure, reaching parts of me that no other kiss had ever done before, my skin flushed and
prickled, my nipples formed into aching, sensitive peaks, moisture soaked my underwear to the point I
thought it would start running down my legs. He pulled me close to his firm, hard body, turning us
sharply, trapping me between him and the car. I could feel every inch of his arousal, as he ground
himself against me, motioning his hips side to side, our hands roamed each other's bodies; I think we
even started pulling at clothing in an attempt at removal.
Emmett had broken the seductive spell we were under, shouting lewd remarks and whistling, reluctantly
we'd parted, resting our foreheads together, I inhaled slowly, refilling my lungs with much needed
oxygen, our bodies trembled as hormones reduced to safe proportions.
"Take me home," I'd whispered huskily.
After I gave him my address, we spent the remainder of the journey in a comfortable silence, there was
no denying there was energy between us, it was tangible and it was more than chemistry.
Edward Cullen was meant to be in my life, I could feel it.
I watched him as he drove, a smile played at the corners of his kissable mouth, he turned occasionally
and shot me a panty wetting look, he oozed sex, that's when I started wondering what on earth I had
done right to have this magnificent specimen of man in my clutches, soon to be in my bed, I squirmed in
my seat, 'drive faster.'
I grabbed his hand as we left the car and practically dragged him in to the house; we were barely inside
the door when I lunged at him clumsily, banging heads and teeth in the process, we laughed, he stroked
my cheekbone where I'd collided with him. His emerald green eyes softened as he caressed me tenderly
with the pad of his thumb, he bent and kissed the reddened area sweetly. I felt safe enclosed in the
warmth of his arms. There was a moment, a tug at my heart towards him, an unspoken exchange of
something powerful; I felt it stir deep within my soul. 'Was he the one I was supposed to spend the rest
of my life with?'
He gasped and slowly pulled away from me the tenderness gone from his eyes, for a fraction of a second
another look crossed his face, fear? Panic? The heat between us was quickly replaced by a cold feeling, I
saw him withdraw, physically and emotionally; he closed himself off from me.
The Edward I wanted to know was gone.
Before I had chance to ask what had happened, we were both distracted by the sound of wailing.
"Arrrggghhh, I don't understand men," she stamped past us in a blur, her face red, eyes puffy and
swollen, sniffing back the snot that threatened to flow.
"Alice!" I exclaimed, concerned.
"I'd better go," he said politely, too politely, all signs of emotion that passed between us moments
earlier were gone, leaving me to imagine what had gone wrong. He kissed my cheek briefly, turned and
walked away with his head low, fingers tugging at his hair.
"Wait. Edward,"
I was torn between my best friend and the possibilities of who he could be to me, but he ignored me, in
fact, I think his pace quickened to the car. The hurt burned through me, like flaming magnesium, I
slammed the door, tears welled in my eyes, "bastard," I hissed, not wanting to witness his retreat.
My thoughts whizzed around, 'What had just happened? I hadn't opened my mouth, what had changed
between us to make him run, almost screaming from me? Did he feel the same connection I did? He
probably had commitment issues.'
Alice's broken sobs alerted me to the fact I wasn't the only one in distress at the hands of a man, I
blinked back my own tears and made a detour to the kitchen before I knocked quietly on her door,
"Alice, can I come in?"
"Y-hes," she sobbed and sniffed.
The sight was heartbreaking, she sat crossed legged in the middle of her king sized bed surrounded by
crumpled, soggy tissues, her whole frame and demeanour was so very sad, she looked incredibly small.
"I have double chocolate chip and alcohol," I waved the ice cream tub, she didn't smile, but she did take
the spoon. 'That's a start.'
"Sorry I spoiled your night with Edward," she spoke between mouthfuls of ice cream, which was
disappearing at an alarming rate.
"I think it might have been spoiled before you arrived."
"How?" She sniffed, wiping her nose across her sleeve.
"Don't know," I shrugged, "We shared a great night, talked, laughed, got on really well, I fancied the
pants off him, I know he felt the same," 'I felt it'.
"I was beginning to think at last I had done something right, he's perfect, Alice. Then we shared this
intense moment, I felt it in my... heart, a connection" I blushed and looked away, it was too early to talk
like this, I knew it when the words left my lips. I felt like a silly girl on her first crush, it could only be
infatuation; it was too early, way too early for it to be anything else.
"Anyway, he looked at me like I'd grown horns and a tail and then ran from the house."
Alice coughed dramatically and spluttered into her drink, just staring wide eyed and silently at me.
We didn't speak, just gulped the rest of the ice cream and drowned our sorrows in the Chardonnay,
Alice's sobbing gradually subsided to the point where I thought it was safe to ask her what was wrong.
"What happened?"
She shook her head; I thought she was refusing to tell me at first, "Nothing."
"Something must have happened to make you so upset," I stroked her arm in a soothing manner.
"Nothing happened, that's, what's upset me," the tears began to flow again.
She saw the puzzled expression on my face and took a deep breath. "I waited for him, Jasper, to finish
work, I really fancied him, enough to be my..." she let out a shuddering sob filled breath.
"What?" I quizzed.
"My first."
Realisation hit me and I opened my mouth without thinking, "You're a virgin!" I regretted the tone
immediately.
Alice nodded, her eyes filled with tears, 'surely there can't be any left; she must have cried a bucketful
already.'
"What happened?" I really wanted to know and didn't at the same time.
"He locked up and started to tidy away, we were the only ones left in the club, I'd hid in the toilets,
waiting for my moment."
"Yes," I encouraged, nodding her on.
"I made my entrance." Alice looked away and then I heard her whisper one word, "naked."
I couldn't think of a single thing to say, so I waited for what seemed like an hour before she felt strong
enough to continue.
"He said he was flattered but he couldn't do that to his boss."
"He's seeing Rosalie?" I asked incredulously.
"No, he thinks I am or that I want to, he wouldn't listen to me, he said he saw how I watched her all
evening, he heard the comment that I wanted to feel her breasts, apparently I've been watching her all
night."
"We can put it right, Rosalie can tell him, I'll tell him."
"No, no it's too late, I can't face him ever again I'm too embarrassed," she was sobbing uncontrollably
again.
I put my arm around her small shoulders and she cried herself out, only stopping once she had fallen
asleep. Gently, I began removing myself.
"Please stay," she whispered, sleepily.
My usual restful sleep was punctuated with dreams of him.
The Dream
His touch burned my skin without leaving a mark, his kisses tingled and buzzed like electricity, he was all
over me, in me; his presence surrounded me. My body craved his contact, my heart rejoiced, I opened
my mouth, but no sound came out. My arms reached for him but he disappeared, I cried out in distress,
my heart ached, now that I had met him. I knew he existed, I wanted him, I couldn't continue without
him.
Then I stood before the man with the red eyes, my skin crawled with fear, he smiled sweetly at me,
there was nothing sweet about him.
"My dear, what would you give for him?"
I opened my mouth to answer, before I could speak, a figure bathed in a white glow, put his cool hand
over my mouth "Shhh, not yet," he whispered, I woke up in a sweat.
A/N
Love and thanks to js18 and princess07890 for beta-ing